REVENGE
I.
NCE he had wedded Wæls’s daughter
Sihtgar Sigeflæd’s lord sent her father word
“Hie to my hall here with my bride
your sons as well shield-breaking bairns
your thegns and theows throng to us here
The wood-fish wearies winter-drowsy
frost must fare the fields and woods over
lock the land leave us nothing
But my hall holds fast from hoar-frost safe
fire-warmth and food Feast with us
sit by the seat of Sigeflæd peace-weaver
my bride begs her brothers and father
weapon-shaking Wæls to winter with us”
Welcomed these words Wæls Ræþhun’s son
spoke that spear-lord to sons and thegns
“Let us fare forth fly us to Geatland
sail the swan-road strike with oar
row unresting until we reach that hall
see there your sister Sihtgar her husband
wait out the weather winter with them”
Sigemund spoke son of Wæls
“Let us wait a while why go hastily?
Three months only their marriage has lasted
We miss her this much? Must visit now?
Sihtgar is sly his speech dark
a worm-tongued warrior Beware and stay put
We must keep away and winter here”
Wæls spoke son of Ræþhun
“Are you that Sigemund strongest of your brothers
who fought by your father when fell thousands?
Ever an ash-breaker awake or sleeping
can this man quail who has killed so many?
Refuse such welcome ride not to kin?”
Sigemund glowered grimmed at these words
his brothers boasted battle-bold nine
shake they would never show not fear
never slaughter nor sea-storm had sent them running
neither would mead-bench or meat and hearth-fire
So said those sons Sigemund’s brothers
Sigemund spoke son of Wæls
keen of counsel he calmly answered
“If my brothers believe I can bear no fear
let us go and grapple game at war-making
see then who shudders when sheaths are emptied
I reckon our ride will return no harm
I reckon Sihtgar’s rooms are warm
I reckon as ready to receive us is Sigeflæd
but Sihtgar is sly his seeking dark
cause he has to kill us all
Well I remember their wedding day
offerings and ashes eating and gifting
the Mad One came there made us an offer
a bright battle-edge to the best among us
thus speaking he thrust into the thickest beam
high in the hall-roof hilt-deep
flashing in firelight The feast ended
every guest gripped gave it a pull
my battle-bold brothers the bridegroom too
each and all even Wæls
until Sigemund stood son of Wæls
That edge is his now easily taken
No ætheling ached it angered no drihten
my brothers on benches the bride’s father
I sat beside them sword on my knees
and mood-frost faded flowed again mead
save for Sihtgar Sigeflæd’s husband
our sister’s lord stared and grimmed
The Mad One had marked him his mood darkened
Sihtgar spoke to me slyly worded
‘Give me that gift gold you will have
that must be mine the Mad One’s edge’
I cannot I said the sword is mine
‘Give me that weapon women you will have
theows to lie your thews between
that must be mine the Mad One’s edge”
I cannot I said the sword is mine
‘Give me that sword silver and red-gold
women and weapons wave-horse and lands
houses and hounds all you will have
that must be mine the Mad One’s gift’
Never I said you need not ask
Greybeard gave this gift to the best
the best man bore it freed from the beam
Easy for others even Sihtgar
would it have been had it been theirs
Well I remember wan Sihtgar
gloomy but grinning grim but laughing
He sat beside Sigeflæd sang and drank
gave to the gleeman gifted the shaper
made as if merry the madness working
He slunk away soon sarded his bride
Sigeflæd peace-weaver our sister married
she wished not that wedding Wæls had urged it
They rose and rode off returned to Geatland
sailed too soon the supper unfinished
He feigns forgetting fools us with welcome
but Sihtgar is sly he stalks from his house
That is no bad hunter who brings the hart to him”
Sigemund fell silent spoke no more
Wæls spoke son of Ræþhun
“Surely my son will shirk no fighting
even with all his angry brothers
That is a great one a glad father me
to have made such men mighty ones all
We need not fear nothing can be our downfall
though Sihtgar be sly slay he will not
his bride still blushes their best still new
We will go gladly Geatland awaits”
II.
T Wæls’s words they weaponed and saddled
Readied they rode rushed to their doom
north toward night-dark never resting
Three days they fared
by horse over hills hard riding
Three days they sailed
took ship over sea-road skimming waves
wended togetherward Wyrd and those men
When struck the strand Sihtgar’s dunes
the shore’s shingle they scattered under the keel
a coast-guard called came down to them
with welcoming words warm tidings
Geatish greetings gladly spoken
Many he had met on that mere-edge
but seldom so strong or striking a band
he could recall coming to Sihtgar’s lands
Wæls spoke son of Ræþhun
thanked that thegn and thanked the gods
for bringing his bairns here borne over whale-road
sly seal-bath that swallows many
“Let us make blessing battling gods
here on the strand hard by the foam
slay and set fire send through the ashes
The gods give gifts to them that greet them”
The coast-guard climbed on his horse
spoke in response “Such can wait
hie now homeward to the hall with me
Sihtgar awaits Sigeflæd too
all will make offering each will pray
once we are come welcomed there”
Sigemund spoke son of Wæls
“Seldom so sweet a song I have heard
from the eagle that eyes the enemy waves
Ten ships ashore and he shakes no weapon
demands no names nears us unwary
I would not follow his words are false”
The coast-guard spoke said these words
“Sihtgar has said to seek you out
watch the world-edge for winging sails
You sent us word to wait your coming
Sigeflæd his bride would see you at once”
Wæls spoke his words for Sigemund
“Remember aright the rider we sent
went well ahead with word for Sihtgar
Geatland greets us guests it has looked for
hie now homeward the hearth beckons
fire and friendship feast for warriors”
Sigemund fell silent spoke no more
III.
OW from the nesses neared more riders
weaponed watchmen warding the sea-march
came to the coast-guard calling and hailing
gathered about Wæls grew to a throng
led them inland left the ships
None of that number would need them again
Forth over fields fared that party
toward the tor touched by sun-light
the gloaming’s gleam on golden house
Sihtgar’s stead stout mead-hall
The sunlight shied shortly would darken
Northern night neared the Wælsings
On grassy ground their guides halted
a swell of earth in sight of that hall
the coast-guard spoke killed with his words
“Wait a while we meet them here
Sihtgar our drihten Sigeflæd peace-weaver
look for you now will lead you in”
Now Wæls awoke wary at last
and heard the thegns hearth-companions of Sihtgar
with spears and swords seaxes and arrow-shafts
boards and battle-shirts boar-crested helms
surging from strand to slaughter-place
Then Wæls’s warriors rich-weaponed sons
marked in the meadow a mighty war-party
spied spearheads in the space between hills
where that host hastened to meet them
Wæls spoke son of Ræþhun
“How I have hastened to hear this sound
this song often struck as I stood in the weapon-hedge
All my year-days I yearned for this most
terror-tune Tiw’s humming
thrumming to thole as thegns are killed
I shall die on this dune my doom is clear
my grave shall be Geatland gory barrow
too eager for ale elk-sand and red-gold
horn and hearth I hurried deathward
I blame not my bairns their boar herded them
Sigeflæd neither this is Sihtgar’s deed
By moonrise the Mad One will murder me
crafty killer quickest of gods
but ere that happen he shall regret it
Sihtgar sword-breaker shield of the Geats
This bloody bed shall bear him down too”
Then Ræþhun’s son slew the coast-guard
the sons and Sigemund slaughtered the others
wetted their weapons in welling battle-dew
hewed off the heads held them aloft
shook them at shield-wall Sihtgar’s band
bold battle-line between them and the hall
golden-gabled on the Geats’ hilltop
Now Sihtgar showed himself sent yet more
behind the Wælsings bound them in
Sigemund spoke son of Wæls
“To ring this hill round run Sihtgar’s band
Better not to have bothered these brothers will not flee
He mocks us to march men after us
I mean to make not a move toward the ships”
Wæls answered edge-loving king
“Say again son spoken truly
to a coward all kinds are cowards as well”
They hurled the heads into host below
ten men tossed ten men fell
stricken and slain by skulls pitched down
Some heads only show worth once sundered from neck
The Geatish spearmen gathered themselves
rushed in a row ran spears-leveled
Wæls and his band brothers and thegns
shouldered shields shook war-gear
swords and spears seaxes and byrnies
wrathful rattle the roar of the Mad One
The two sides struck with sound of thunder
shafts were shivered shields bitten through
bone-houses broken blood flowing
but Wælsings’ weapons whetted blood-worms
hacked heads through hewed down spear-trees
no few fell in that first sword-storm
thirty thegns three of the Wæls’s kin
stretched on the sward sword-sweat drenched
Horsa and Helm Herewin the youngest
lay lifeless loosed by death
then edge-swap ebbed all withdrew
both bands borrowed a breathing-space
IV.
IHTGAR spoke said to Wæls
“Monster’s bane murderous king
your sons lie slaughtered so will you
give yourself to the Geats gold you will have
end this arrow-song answer me well”
Sigemund spoke son of Wæls
“Sihtgar is sly so are we
No gold will you get by giving up
Better a barrow boasts fulfilled
even those ending in early slaughter
than false friendship feeding yourself to wolves”
Wæls spoke weaponed king
“No loss to lose a life without boasts
oaths made good are all a man has
Well I remember reckless words
never to flee fire nor battle-light
never to fail in fight or contest
never to flinch from iron’s touch
So I swore spoke long ago
in Ræthhun’s hall in hearing of my father
marked by the Mad One who makes men wild
I have fled neither fire nor foe nor weapon
in all my year-days ever true
I will not flee now and never shall
not for gold nor Geatish threats”
Sihtgar’s spearmen steadied anew
shaped their shield-wall shouted and rushed
dared that dune doughty sword-trees
where Wæls waited warlike and grim
ent-strong with anger ever battle-geared
The two sides struck staggered the Geats
their foes though fewer fought them harder
shafts were shattered shields were cloven
bows were busy brought men low
Foremost in the fighting far-traveled Wæls
stood steadfast stepped never rearward
so too his sons Sigemund oak-rooted
mightiest among them much bloodied
they struck and stabbed and their strength held
At last the enemy ended that scrum
withdrew from the hilltop wearied again
Much slaughter was made in that second attack
sixty of Sihtgar’s sundered and killed
three of the Wælsings welling blood
Æscgar and Ælfgar Æþelgar the wisest
hewn down and heaped their hearts stilled
Sihtgar spoke shouted to Wæls
“Mother’s bane murderous kinsman
your sons lie slaughtered so will you
enough of this edge-play evil fighting
give yourself up gather your dead
your sons we will send seaward and home
all may leave everyone but you
you we will yield not I yearn for your blood
grim and greedy the gods curse you”
Sigemund spoke son of Wæls
“Truly he has said you will sail not from here
not leave this land but lie here ere night
neither shall we never forsaking
Your sons will stay sing their death-tune
smite and spear shield-walls burst
Sihtgar will sorrow for speaking false words
the Geats will not get you give not yourself up
Better a bloody end bashed and spitted
with sword unsheathed and sons around you
than being taken and tortured touched fearlessly
whirled westward unweaponed and unmanned”
Wæls spoke saw clearly his Wyrd
“My grave is Geatland ground made costly
see here my sons slain and heaped up
six so far stalwart men
war-hedge and wound-hoe dear words to them
keen-edged and crafty quick and high-minded
they welcomed war wielded good spears
feared no fiend fled no night-walker
man and monster meant nothing either
That I overlived any their eagerness caused
But wait not long they will welcome me hence”
V.
HEY shaped the shield-wall smaller now
stood on the stacks of stricken men
Bodies belched blood flowed
Already that evening the eagles marked them
ravens reeled in reddening heaven
Then Sihtgar’s host hefted their shields
waded the wash of wound-tears running
Sihtgar sent them sharply drove them
wary at world-edge watched the sky-lamp
in the last light they lashed out and fought
spears spitted sprayed gore
great red gobs gaping wounds
edge-points opened arms and shoulders
limbs hung limp lost to their owners
bone-locks burst byrnies split
wrenched in wrestling by weaponless men
sundered from shield-wall struggling beneath
they tangled and tore together in corpse-heaps
breaken bone-houses a barrow for them
That small fight was not swiftly won
Sihtgar’s fighters fell all around
bold and battle-ready but bested by Wæls
Sank there as well the sons of Wæls
killing and killed unquickened at last
three fell then thrust through and slain
Æþelberht and Leofbehrt Ecgberht keenest
each took eight enemies to die
starkest and steadiest of the sons of Wæls
save for Sigemund standing alone
only the eldest of all remaining
Sigeflæd’s sibling Sigemund the twin
all dead the others ended in battle
Then Sihtgar’s spearmen stunned by winning
held off a heartbeat beheld those two
Sigemund Wæls’s son Wæls Ræþhun’s son
alone with their ash-spears awaiting the fight
unbowed though bloodied bruised and gashed
Sihtgar spotted the sword of the Mad One
grievous gift begetter of slaughter
that unkind king had kindled this madness
to bring him boar-helms board-cleaving warriors
Sihtgar spoke shook with laughter
“Give me that sword shining blood-worm
it will do no good to gird it on now
here in my hand hand it over
Your father will fall follow you down
cast down killed at the crown of this hill
falcon fodder food for wolves
Then I will take it Tiw’s sickle
No good it gained you though gods smithed it”
Sigemund spoke son of Wæls
“Enough has been spoken attack and be done
the Mad One meant for me to have it
best of the brood on benches that night
brothers betrayed bloodied here now
Slay and steal strike me down
Bear this battle-light it belongs to me yet”
Wæls said nothing nearing death
reckoned and ready raised his sword
Sihtgar sent his spearmen forward
before and behind both his shield-walls
They were long in laying those lords down
Hurrying uphill each host struck
before and behind battle returned
Sigemund standing steadfast by his father
No few they felled in the fight’s dusk
until at last leapt a spearman
thrusting true tore at his shoulder
unstrung his arm useless fell
Wæls awash wet with sword-sweat
one-armed angry and crafty
shattered his shield shook that foeman
hurled him overhead downhill from the fight
Then Wæls watched wary and keen
beheld from the hill hieing Siegflæd
bearing battleward bride of Sihtgar
her theows and thegns thronged about her
Sigemund’s sister sought their father
fared over field flew toward them
Wæls watched unwearied and proud
sure then that Sigeflæd should avenge him
reckon their losses ready a plan
will the wasting of her wicked drihten
Wæls smiled son of Ræþhun
that raven-feeder raised his rich slaughter-edge
that breaker of benches boasted once more
“Come killers quickly strike
I can ward no weapon-blow unwearied though I am
step up and strike stand you ready
to bear my blows as I bleed my last
Ten I will take if I take even one”
VI.
HEN they attacked thirty of Sihtgar’s
spear-points steady shields overlapping
the foremost fighters fielded by Geatland
rushed ready reddened their swords
ran him through Ræþhun’s bairn
But he died dearly dealing blows
cleft and cut as craftily as ever
wielded his weapon wonder-slayer
Twice ten he toppled in that brawl
bettered his boast with his last breath
At last he lay loaded with wounds
gashed and gored greedy for edge-bite
So went Wæls warrior-king
Sigemund stood still weaponed
alone in that acre of ash-struck dead
hedged all around with a hundred spears
Sihtgar spoke slayer of the Wælsings
“Forward fighters fyrd attack
of all that band that beached their ships
struck the strand not six hours ago
one alone unkilled but friendless
here in the heaps holds yet that sword
Dead on this dune his dearest hearth-companions
brothers and bench-mates bonded thegns
all cut asunder every one dead
The sun is set slaughter must end
here in the gloom go and strike
before full black blots out the slaughter-place
See him there standing Sigemund alone
end this edge-play his evil cast down”
Sigemund readied raised his shield
gold-edged war-gear gleaming sword
boar-crested helm black-eyed and dread
and Sihtgar’s spearmen shuddered and held
made no move toward that mighty foe
Sigemund spoke son of Wæls
“Come killers quickly strike
here my lord lies loaded with wounds
costly killing cut down dear
I can do no better than to best that warrior
father and fighter foremost in middle-earth
far-traveled famed everywhere
not unskilled in slaughter-craft
His son will see his slaying repaid”
Sihtgar spoke spurred his war-band
shouted and shoved those shaft-breakers
That drihten drove dared them onward
Forth then the fighters forward to Sigemund
struck with shields spear-shafts hooked
knee and ankle knocked him down
board-beaten bound straightaway
thegns overthrew him thrust him down
Sigemund slew seventeen more
before that band bore him to Sihtgar
VII.
OW came Sigeflæd to the slaughter-field
gory ground glutted with wound-sweat
broken bone-houses bloody heads
Sigeflæd came Sihtgar’s bride
rode to that ridge reddened downland
From hall she had beheld the heaving spears
wetted weapons welling battle-lines
Now she strode to Sihtgar her drihten
spoke these words Sigeflæd Wæls’s daughter
“What will you do deadly ring-giver
my father fallen felled my brothers
all but one overliving the rest
You bloodied that band broke all their shields
smote and sundered slaughtered them all
of this one alone I ask your will
How are you mooded murder-lord?”
Sihtgar spoke slayer of the Wælsings
“Why are you come? What do you think?
Snared and slain I slaughtered this host
baited your brothers bore Wæls hitherward
foolish father fond of daughters
one overlived overminded Sigemund
boastful of blade now beaten down
rent by ravens bereft of weapons
bare of byrnie bloody and gutted
he will give me that sword and get slaughter
At last will end the heirs of Wæls
only sons by their sister shall live on
Thus mooded am I by Mad One driven
What will you do deadly peace-weaver?”
Sigemund’s sister sword-wise and cunning
wove these words worked them upon Sihtgar
“Well I remember Wæls my father
a high-born husband hoping for me
a king for kin crafty gold-friend
how when he got the Geatish lord
son of sword-lords Sihtgar my husband
to come to his kingdom called him there
fed and feasted him fatted upon our benches
battling with boasts besting him always
so that Sihtgar seemed slightest of all
weaker than any Wælsing nor wiser than any
this Sihtgar saw seethed at his hosts
Yet for elk-sand and gold eager for silver
my father brought me forth Fair was I
glad gold-tree gleaming in hall
a gift for a gold-friend Geatish king
Saw I there Sihtgar sitting by the coals
knew him for naught a never-keen man
The women had whispered words of this
Wæls spoke spear-wise father
‘See here Sihtgar sea-borne drihten
come from Geatland and gathered to us
We will work a wedding wife you to him
I reckon this right a rich pairing’
I answered him angry and grim
‘So silly as Sihtgar saw I never
Gladly would I greet a groomsman well-chosen
a warrior of worth wonder-strong
breaker of shields bright-sworded spearman
Glad too a gold-friend gift-giving ætheling
old or young of any winters
but this weakling I will not
Settle not for silver send this to Geatland’
The Wælsings watched wary brothers
fearful of father frightening Wæls
and silent hall-guest Sihtgar helm of the Geats
Wæls spoke son of Ræþhun
‘Never am I mooded to mock maiden daughter
Sigeflæd Wælsings’ sister speak no more
The Geatish drihten you dare not spurn
Welcome his wealth his war-band and halls
insult him not in mine own mead-hall
War he would wage though win we would ever
Better not to battle boast not against him
Weave peace now war-wounds leave unopened
be this man’s bride bear you togetherward
friends and father will not forsake you’
Sigeflæd spoke said I to Wæls
‘Gladly would I greet a good man
welcome a warrior worthy shield-breaker
rich or reckless reckoning not years
but I will not this wight weak and cunning
trusting to treasure dragon-sick schemer
Settle not for Sihtgar send this homeward’
Wæls spoke son of Ræþhun
feared in the fighting fallen now
‘I have given our guest gold and feasting
theow-women and thegns’ friendship
hosted in hall hailed him over bee’s-gift
He hied him here hurried to us
Sigeflæd to see sister to the Wælsings
daughter of Wæls of drihtens mightiest
Will you not wed? Winter comes
the gold-gotten will go Geatland welcome him
and word will wing wounding tales
of insult and ire an ætheling betrayed
bereft of bride bustled homeward’
Sigeflæd answered I said my last
‘Foolish fathers force their kin
an unwise wont willing evil
I will wed the warrior you choose
you know I hold to hallowed custom
but I was asked answered true
Good never was gotten forgetting the bride’
Wæls spoke Rædhun’s son
‘At last agreement I ask Sihtgar
will you wed this willing daughter?’
Sihtgar was sly so you well know
that drihten dreamed of death already
sword-song and slaughter of Sigeflæd’s kin
he would not wed wished nothing of Sigeflæd
but would revenge wished it earnestly
That trickster talked trapped with words
said yes to Wæls yielded himself
foresaw that feasting led fastest to murder
Sihtgar snared Sigeflæd’s kin
Now lifeless they lie less Sigemund
foremost fighter of that far-known band
Spare not to slay nor simply kill
You reckon to repay revenge for insult
you have gotten that gift given by Mad One
now lengthen his loss leave him to die
bound to branches of unbreakable oak
unweaponed and wound in the wolf-thick holt
Nightfall and fog draw forth the ents
bee-wolf will bite and bitter orc
Eaten alive at last you get peace”
Sihtgar stood shield of the Geats
that drihten doubted the daughter of Wæls
VIII.
IHTGAR spoke sly war-thegn
“Wæls is dead his daughter lives
Sigeflæd and Sigemund and sister redes me
counsels against killing to carry to leaf-sea
bind in the boughs that bold Wælsing
rest in revenge wrought by wood-beasts
Well and wise I would not kill myself
but wonder I must that Wæls’s child
begs not her brother unbloodied yet
be left to live released to flee
a peace-weaver pleased with prolonged death
I doubt misdoing in this dark counsel”
Sigeflæd spoke slyer yet
“Gifted to gold-friend to Geatland I went
wedded unwilling a weakling’s bed-comfort
asked I answered earned this regardless
Wæls you have wounded well did he die
his sons slaughtered their sister they gave away
Mind-thoughts of Wæls made this wedding
and Sihtgar’s anger and ambush and crow’s-feast
Willed by Wyrd Wæls chose for me
now battle-wounds bearing unburied he lies
his Wælsings too welling with battle-dew
slaughtered by Sihtgar sly unchosen
let them lie loaves for wolves
bind this brother bear him woodward
of ents eaten eagerly feasting
world-wound working upon him
His blood will bear burden of my wedding
last of all who let me wed
Sigemund son of Wæls”
Sihtgar spoke Sigeflæd’s lord
“Work the will of my wife your queen
set Sigemund staked to a tree
draw out his death dread leave-taking
fell fodder for fearful beasts
wood-fish and wolf wary elves
every deer and dweorg deep in holt-fastness
But fetch him first to face me
see his sword in Sihtgar’s hand-grip”
IX.
HAT ring-giving Geat greatly mooded
chose his death doomed beforehand
then rode off to rue his ruthlessness yet
Sigemund they bore set before him
gloated and grimmed the Geatish drihten
swung that sword that had sundered byrnies
Already that edge had eaten of hearth-companions
In year-days yet yonder winters
wound more it would wielded fiercely
warriors make to well women to keen
but not by the hand of Sihtgar helm of the Geats
Sihtgar spoke Sigemund taunted
sought him to say whose sword it was
Weyland’s work wonder-edge
Mad One’s gift murderous blessing
But Sigemund spoke not said a word never
and Sihtgar the sly sent him hence
forth from the field fearful slaughter-place
That host harried him hands bound
going forth in the gloaming grey twilight
drawing him deep that deadly war-band
into the wood evil fate
Greatest in Geatland that grim holt
swam with sea-dark swallowed all
Who wandered that wood went never out
fell and fen filled with orc-kin
dread of deer death-dealing wood
Ever since old times evil had stalked it
that great grove god-haunted
the Geats made gifts gory offerings
threw up gallows theows hanged
sheep and she-goats sundered below
and all to ashes everything burnt
but gifts could not gain gods did not send
peace to that people pround kinfolk
They waxed wary of Wyrd-bound forest
stayed away strode not within
Worse yet they would waken year-days hence
but now they forebore those bounds to cross
that wild wood wolf’s-yard
brimming boar’s-sea bower of ents
elk-home eyrie of ravens
These all take taste and rend
gorge and glut glad of their prey
owl and eagle eat what these leave
Such for Sigemund Sihtgar willed
X.
IS men in the midst of that mighty wood
fearful forest found an oak
acorn-father friend of ship-builders
standing stark strength of the wood
They bent and bowed bound him there
wound many times with world-strong rope
So Sigemund sat strung up
ash-shiverer oak-bound
brethren bereft that breaker of shields
Then came Sihtgar king of the Geats
wrath-mighty wry and grim
in dusktime dimness that drihten spoke
said to Sigemund that sly folk-helm
“My revenge is wrought remains you alone
sword-stealer son of Wæls
greedy and gloating no guest-friend you
When asked you answered angered me
who bent to beg before your hall
fell forgetfulness to forget oneself
Now with back to bole bent is he
who galled his guest gave him naught
share that shame shorn of kin
that battle-light beloved I bear homeward
to say to Sigeflæd ‘See the edge
battle-bought blood-tongue
I took today tore from hand-grip
wrested from foe on reddened down
that belonged to your brother bloody Sigemund’
That woman shall weep weary herself
pour out her tears no peace-weaver she
while Sigemund sits sundered by beasts
eaten whole hand and foot
bitten and broken blood welling
ash will be left only that
while Sigemund’s sword to my sons goes down
hailed and hallowed when he is forgotten”
Thus spoke Sihtgar sword in hand
Sooth son of Wæls Sigemund said nothing
but waited and watched wary and keen
Wise eyes wander not nor wise mind-thoughts
So Sihtgar left sought out his wife
did as he had boasted boldest of kings
but his wife wept not nor words spoke
he had done what she asked dragged Sigemund hence
A while he watched wondered at her
doubting a trick from double-dealing Wælsings
but she betrayed nothing bided her time
At last alone he left to sleep
wondered at her willing such evil to kin
XI.
HE stars stood forth stark night-gleams
cast down cold cut Sigemund through
where alone he sat singing of Wæls
his brothers too bloodied kinsmen
The wood waked wights of all kinds
stretched and stood strode greedily there
Sigemund heard hailed their coming
No fear he felt unflinching man
nor dread of Sihtgar or that drihten’s words
Sihtgar slumbered shielded and far
abed in his burh blessed with dreams
He knew not never he doubted
those words he crafted to cow his foe-man
spoke the truth spelling his doom
Author’s Bio: I am a native of the northeast Georgia mountains and an alumnus of Clemson University. Today I teach history at a technical college in upstate South Carolina, where I live with my wife and children. I am the author of several novels, including the medieval ghost story No Snakes in Iceland and the Civil War coming-of-age story Griswoldville. Two more novels are forthcoming. Website: http://www.jordanmposs.com.
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